I'm used to wolfing down my meals. My mouth is like a funnel. I always waste something. When eating, leave the table if the food in the bowl is not clean.

Just the year before last, I spilled a little while eating, and my father often criticized me for it. No, I made this mistake again at this dining table.

I had just finished eating when my father called me again. "Son, how did you get the rice on the table again? Come on, eat your meal. " Dad is nagging again. Go back to the dining table to "clean up the battlefield" every time you finish eating.

I reluctantly said to my father, "Dad, why did you wake me up again?"

"You didn't eat the rice, rice bowl didn't shave. Obedient, come and eat. "

"This is just a few grains of rice. If it is wasted, it will be wasted. " "I don't care." What's the big deal? Why all the fuss? "

Dad said excitedly, "Have you forgotten the poem" Compassion for Farmers "? The farmer's uncle faces the loess and his back is facing the sky. Every grain is hard to come by. The poem also wrote, "There are no idle fields in the four seas, and farmers still starve to death! "Four seas have no leisure fields to write about the diligence and hard work of farmers. Aren't they so tired because we have food?

When my father finished, I saw the farmer's uncle working hard ... Thinking of this, I immediately scraped the rice in my rice bowl and picked it up to eat. Slowly, I gradually got rid of this bad habit.

Once, twice ... I gradually got rid of this bad habit.

Until one day, I went to my grandmother's house to play, and there was no rice left for dinner. My grandmother scratched her eyes and said, "Son, you finally got rid of this bad habit!" " "I bowed my head in embarrassment.

Yes, I got rid of this bad habit. I also know that we should cherish food and don't waste every bit of food.

A story or composition at the dinner table.

Story writing at the dinner table:

There are many stories around us, including stories in bed, stories in school, stories on the table ... but don't forget "stories on the table"!

"Have a meal! Delicious ... "After listening to grandma's crying, my two twin sisters and I came to the table" in three steps and two steps ". Wow! Assorted fried rice, chicken soup … all my favorite dishes!

I can't wait for my family to sit down, so I can't wait to pick up chopsticks, put one hand under the table, chat while eating, and spray rice all over the table ... My mother saw it and frowned: "Dangdang, it's impolite for you to eat like this, and it also affects all of us to eat ..." "But ... but I'm .. I'm hungry!" I said with grievance. "You should chew slowly." Mother laughed and said, "When the spoon and chopsticks touch the bowl, they must not make a sound!"! And your left hand must also hold the bowl! The World Expo is coming, and we want to be a' polite' little host! " I listened to my mother and did as she said. But when it's time for soup, my mouth is buzzing again. At this time, my father, who never spoke at dinner, said with a serious expression, "Dangdang, don't you know it's impolite to make a noise when drinking soup?" I know, but I can't! "I'll teach you a way. When drinking, use a spoon to lick it bit by bit, so there is definitely no sound! " Mom said with a smile. So, I did as she said, and sure enough, there was no sound when I drank! Finally, when I finished eating, I turned around and took the bowl, chopsticks and spoon to go. "Wait!" A voice stopped me. "You forgot to say ..." "Oh! I'm finished, everyone eat slowly! " "That's right!"

In this way, the story at the dinner table came to an end. Today, I can learn a lot about etiquette!

Story writing at the dinner table

Not picky about food, not wasting.

Table manners

undergo training

food culture

Respect the chef.

Family warmth

The story I heard at the fifth grade composition dinner (not very good)

"The meal is ready, come and come." I was watching TV and was called to dinner by my mother.

Very rich! There are cucumber sausages, fried Chinese cabbage, and even chicken legs that are not common at home are served. Colors are like a party.

I really have an appetite after seeing the delicious food! As soon as the food was served, I gulped it down. Suddenly, a grain of rice leaked from my mouth and landed on the knee of my pants. My mother smiled when she saw the rice fall. I really don't know why. Later, my mother told me a story.

I just learned a poem when I was two years old, and the market made some jokes. One day, I was wolfing down my meal and didn't pay attention to my image at all. A grain of rice fell on my pants. At this time, no one noticed. When I washed my feet before going to bed at night, I shouted, "Mom! Every grain is hard! " After that, I picked up a grain of rice on my pants and threw it into my mouth, which made my mother laugh and cry.

In retrospect, my mother laughed because I was naive, not because I was naughty.

Just then, I picked up the rice on my pants: "Mom! Every grain is hard! " I threw the rice into my mother's mouth while she was laughing.

Interestingly, I remember it vividly, as if it brought me back to my childhood and my mother back to a happy childhood. Laughing and laughing, I smiled, too.

"Ha ha ..." Listen, we are still laughing at the dinner table!

Story writing at the dinner table

Stories on the dining table

Of the three meals a day, dinner is the most enjoyable thing for me. The dinner is not only sumptuous, but also we can talk with my father about Shan Hai Jing.

One dinner, as usual, I set my seat and chopsticks. Before my parents were seated, I couldn't wait to ask, "Do you know those touching stories that happened in this Wenchuan earthquake?" "Come on, come on," my mother begged. I said, "During the earthquake, an old woman got a fright and quickly threw her grandson out of the house." "What happened to the child?" My mother, who has never liked to attend table meetings, leaned in and asked eagerly. "The child successfully escaped from the clutches of death." My mother was relieved after hearing this. I added, "But the earthquake was merciless. At that moment, Grandma's life disappeared under the ruins." After listening, mom and dad stopped their bowls and chopsticks and were silent. ...

I went on to say: "There is also a mother who threw herself at her child during the earthquake and left a precious message on her mobile phone:" Son, if you are still alive, my mother will tell you that I love you! " "Motherly love is great!" Dad said deeply. I said excitedly: "A large number of heroic teenagers who are strong and brave and sacrifice themselves to save others have emerged in this disaster relief! """Yes!" My mother continued my topic and said, "There is a 9-year-old boy named Lin Hao. He not only climbed out of the ruins by himself, but also bravely returned to the ruins and rescued two classmates. "

At this time, I saw my father's face was very dignified. He sighed: "where there is a road, it is difficult to prosper the country, and it is difficult!" In order to support the disaster area, let's do more practical things! Open our own vault-donation! "

The past is gone forever; The sound of my mother knocking on the bowl to urge me to eat quickly disappeared; Dad's lecture on Shan Hai Jing was also suspended. But ended the dinner that day in silence.

References:

I created it myself-the model essay is for reference only.

I hope my answer can help you, and I wish you progress in your study!

The fourth grade composition "The Story at the Dinner Table" is 450 words.

It was time for dinner yesterday. I wrote my composition with a frown in my small bedroom. My mother called me "Let's eat", which made me feel very hungry at once. So I put down my pen, opened the door and rushed out of the house. I came to the table. Seeing the mushroom stew and leftover steamed bread, I left the table with a big appetite and wanted to go back to my house. Grandpa saw my mind and quickly said, "Swallow, aren't you writing a composition?" I can provide you with some materials. Are you interested? "Hearing this, I can't help but return to the table. Grandpa went on to say, "Swallow, while you eat, grandpa will tell you the materials, okay?" I nodded reluctantly, grabbed a half-cut steamed bread, took a small bite and chewed it casually.

Grandpa ate his meal with relish, and his mouth seemed to make a sweet sound on purpose. Then he breathed a sigh of relief, with a dignified expression on his face, and said earnestly, "Blessed are you, son! You are born at the right time! " I blinked and said, "Grandpa, what are you talking about?" Grandpa took out his handkerchief and wiped his mouth as if my words were a knife, which stung him. Some people came to me reluctantly, touched my head and said, "Son, when I was your age, our family lived in a small hut by the Yellow River. Your great-grandfather earned so little money for others to farm, let alone eat stir-fry and steamed bread. " As he spoke, grandpa's eyes dripped with tears, his nose was sour and he sobbed. I'm out of my mind now, and my eyes are a little blurred like an infection. That was the first time I saw grandpa cry. I picked up the paper towel, wiped my tears for grandpa first, then wiped my eyes and said, "I'm sorry, grandpa!" " "

Grandpa said, "Swallow, grandpa suffered a lot in the old society when he was a child. You were born in such a good time today and don't know how to live a happy life! " "Grandpa touched my head." It's hard to feel sweet without suffering. Only those who know how to cherish life know how to enjoy life. "

After listening to grandpa's words, I seemed to have the inspiration for my composition at once, and only said "thank you, grandpa!" " "I rushed into the bedroom, wrote a proud composition" The Story on the Table "and went back to the kitchen & gt；;

Stories on the dining table

Stories on the dining table

In our family, dinner is a very important family time. My parents and I get together for dinner after a day's work and study, and exchange anecdotes about the company and society during the break. They will also take this time to care about and ask about my school class.

One day, I heard my mother's voice: "dinner!" " "I stood up from the table, ran to the table in three steps and looked down. There are braised hairtail, black pepper steak, green beans and Luo Songtang ... Ah! They are all my favorite dishes. As soon as mom and dad sat down, I couldn't wait to pick up chopsticks and devour them. I eat steak, fish on the left and steak on the right. My mother smiled and said, "Eat slowly and don't choke." Dad looked at it carefully for a while and said to me, "Jessica Hester Hsuan, why don't you eat at noon like an African refugee?" I said, "I didn't like several dishes at school lunch today, so I only ate one egg and secretly dumped the rest." Dad said angrily, "you can't do this well." If you want to be healthy, you must have a balanced nutrition and not be picky about food. Lunch is the most important meal of the day. If you don't eat enough lunch, you will be distracted in class in the afternoon, which will affect the effect of class. Besides, you will waste it. "I heard that, I can't help but slow down the speed of eating food and realize my mistake. Mother went on to say, "Girls love beauty. Eating too much at dinner will accumulate a lot of fat on the stomach, arms and thighs. How ugly do you think it will be! "After hearing what my mother said, it seems that a chubby little girl really emerges. It's ugly! I thought, I must not let myself become like that, so I said to my parents, "I see, I will try to eat school meals in the future." For those foods that you don't like to eat at ordinary times, I think they are vitamins A, B, C, D and E that are good for your health, so you can eat them. " Hearing this, mom and dad smiled happily. The story on the dining table is staged every day. ...

Stories on the dining table

Many interesting stories can also happen at the dinner table. Do you want to know? Then follow me to find out!

The first thing I found was the story on my cousin's dinner table.

"Hurry up, hurry up, it's almost time for dinner …" Who is this, like a greedy cat? Who else? My cousin. Cry hungry as soon as you come back from school. It's time to do your homework, write a few words, run to the kitchen and have a look, and keep running back and forth. It's almost time for dinner, and I haven't even finished a homework. However, it was a sumptuous dinner. No wonder my cousin is so greedy. You see, that dirty little hand was holding a big chicken leg, and before it reached its mouth, it only heard a bang, and then it heard "Wash your hands first. Do you think your little hand just came back from the construction site? " "No, let me eat one first." "No, wash your hands first!" "Eat first!" "Wash your hands first!" "Eat first!" ..... Finally only heard the cry of "meowed". Needless to guess, my cousin must have been "defeated". Who told him not to listen? He asked for it.

The story at the dinner table is very sad.

Let's look at mine again. "It's time to eat." Hearing this cry, I immediately put down my pen and ran to the table, which really starved me. Delicious just to the mouth, suddenly, in front of a dark. Who played a prank? Really. But it hasn't been turned on for several times, Mamma Mia, the power is out. I didn't stop early or late, but I stopped at this moment, secretly complaining. I have no choice but to light candles. It's finally a little bright, but we have to continue to eat this meal. Eating and eating, I heard a "crack". It turned out that my brother's tooth had fallen out. I made fun of him and said, "Hey, old man, this food has eaten all my teeth." But my brother said, "What's the matter? Save me from pulling it out! " "Hearing this, we all laughed, and my brother laughed with us.

The story at the dinner table is happy again.

What's the story at the dinner table? Whether you are sad or happy. The important thing is that everyone can have dinner together.

Stories on the dining table

Hey! As soon as I got home today, I smelled a delicious meal. Dad, who never cooks, actually cooked today. You said unusual!

I asked my father curiously, "Why are you cooking today?" Dad smiled and said, "I'm a chef." We have a guest today. Of course, I have to rely on my chef to show my skills. "

My mother and I cleaned the house. I can't wait to see how my father's cooking is.

Here comes the food. How rich the dishes on the table are! Potato chips, chicken legs, beef, ducks ... all my favorite dishes are on the table. It makes my mouth water. Look at the color of this dish. Ha ha! Dad can score 80 points.

"Jingle ..." The doorbell rang. An uncle came in. Dad asked them to sit down. Mom also quickly took out drinks to entertain. Everyone is moving. Ah! It tastes really good. It seems that dad doesn't cook at ordinary times, which is a buried talent. A plate of chicken legs was swept away. Next to a few dishes also quickly bottomed out. Everyone praised dad's good cooking. Where's Dad? Very proud. Clink glasses with some uncles. After a few drinks. Several people were drunk. One of the uncles got drunk while pouring wine there. I actually poured wine on myself and pointed to an empty glass and asked, "Where's the wine?" Where's the wine "Made us laugh.

I finally saw my father's craftsmanship. However, his humble approach has aroused our dissatisfaction. After eating this meal, I am more and more determined to let my father go to work and let my mother rest. Ha ha! I'm afraid dad is regretting that he should continue to hide.

Stories on the dining table

Look, our whole family seems to be stuck in their throats, because there is a terrible and sad news on TV-"In June 10, a search and rescue helicopter found the wreckage of a transport plane sent by Chengdu Military Region. Because the plane hit the mountain and exploded, no one in the plane was spared ... "I was silent when I heard that.

"alas." With my mother's heavy sigh, we began to talk about the devastating earthquake in Sichuan. "In this earthquake, teachers and students are the most touching." Mom scrambled to say. "Yes!" Dad continued. "How many teachers have given their precious lives to save students?" "The greatness of maternal love can also be reflected in this earthquake." I've been unknown so, and suddenly I cut in. This sentence reminds me of that memory-people were shocked to find the body of a mother with a sleeping baby girl lying under it.

Looking at the rich dishes on the dining table, the people in the disaster area can only eat quantitative convenience food. I ... My mother said, "We must cherish this wonderful life!" "

Listening to my mother's words and looking at the dishes on the table, I thought a lot, ......

Stories on the dining table

Many interesting stories can also happen at the dinner table. Do you want to know? Then follow me to find out!

The first thing I found was the story on my cousin's dinner table.

"Hurry up, hurry up, it's almost time for dinner …" Who is this, like a greedy cat? Who else? My cousin. Cry hungry as soon as you come back from school. It's time to do your homework, write a few words, run to the kitchen and have a look, and keep running back and forth. It's almost time for dinner, and I haven't even finished a homework. However, it was a sumptuous dinner. No wonder my cousin is so greedy. You see, that dirty little hand was holding a big chicken leg, and before it reached its mouth, it only heard a bang, and then it heard "Wash your hands first. Do you think your little hand just came back from the construction site? " "No, let me eat one first." "No, wash your hands first!" "Eat first!" "Wash your hands first!" "Eat first!" ..... Finally only heard the cry of "meowed". Needless to guess, my cousin must have been "defeated". Who told him not to listen? He asked for it.

The story at the dinner table is very sad.

Let's look at mine again. "It's time to eat." Hearing this cry, I immediately put down my pen and ran to the table, which really starved me. Delicious just to the mouth, suddenly, in front of a dark. Who played a prank? Really. But it hasn't been turned on for several times, Mamma Mia, the power is out. I didn't stop early or late, but I stopped at this moment, secretly complaining. I have no choice but to light candles. It's finally a little bright, but we have to continue to eat this meal. Eating and eating, I heard a "crack". It turned out that my brother's tooth had fallen out. I made fun of him and said, "Hey, old man, this food has eaten all my teeth." But my brother said, "What's the matter? Save me from pulling it out! " "Hearing this, we all laughed, and my brother laughed with us.

The story at the dinner table is happy again.

What's the story at the dinner table? Whether you are sad or happy. The important thing is that everyone can have dinner together.

The story at the dinner table in the second volume of the fifth grade composition

Stories on the dining table

"Have a meal!" Mom cried, I got up from my desk, ran to the table in three steps, and looked down. There were braised hairtail, black pepper steak, green beans and Luo Songtang! They are all my favorite dishes.

As soon as mom and dad sat down, I couldn't wait to pick up chopsticks and devour them. I eat steak, fish on the left and steak on the right. My mother smiled and said, "Eat slowly and don't choke." Dad looked at it carefully for a while and said to me, "Man, why don't you have lunch like an African refugee?" ? I said, "I didn't like several dishes at school lunch today, so I only ate one egg and secretly dumped the rest." Dad said angrily, "You're not doing well. If you want to be healthy, you must have a balanced nutrition and not be picky about food. Lunch is the most important meal of the day. If you don't eat enough lunch, you will be distracted in class in the afternoon, which will affect the effect of class. Besides, you will waste it. " Hearing this, I can't help but slow down the speed of eating food and realize my mistake. Mother went on to say, "Girls love beauty. Eating too much at dinner will accumulate a lot of fat on the stomach, arms and thighs. How ugly do you think it will be! " Listening to what my mother said, it seems that a chubby little girl really emerges in front of me. It's ugly! I thought, I must not let myself become like that, so I said to my parents, "I see, I will try to eat school meals in the future." For those foods that I don't like to eat at ordinary times, I regard them as vitamins A, B, C, D and E that are good for my health, so let me eat them. "

Hearing this, mom and dad smiled happily.

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Stories on the dining table

"Have a meal!" Mom cried, I got up from my desk, ran to the table in three steps, and looked down. There were braised hairtail, black pepper steak, green beans and Luo Songtang! They are all my favorite dishes.

As soon as mom and dad sat down, I couldn't wait to pick up chopsticks and devour them. I eat steak, fish on the left and steak on the right. My mother smiled and said, "Eat slowly and don't choke." Dad looked at it carefully for a while and said to me, "Man, why don't you have lunch like an African refugee?" ? I said, "I didn't like several dishes at school lunch today, so I only ate one egg and secretly dumped the rest." Dad said angrily, "You're not doing well. If you want to be healthy, you must have a balanced nutrition and not be picky about food. Lunch is the most important meal of the day. If you don't eat enough lunch, you will be distracted in class in the afternoon, which will affect the effect of class. Besides, you will waste it. " Hearing this, I can't help but slow down the speed of eating food and realize my mistake. Mother went on to say, "Girls love beauty. Eating too much at dinner will accumulate a lot of fat on the stomach, arms and thighs. How ugly do you think it will be! " Listening to what my mother said, it seems that a chubby little girl really emerges in front of me. It's ugly! I thought, I must not let myself become like that, so I said to my parents, "I see, I will try to eat school meals in the future." For those foods that I don't like to eat at ordinary times, I regard them as vitamins A, B, C, D and E that are good for my health, so let me eat them. "

Hearing this, mom and dad smiled happily.

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Story writing at the dinner table

Stories on the dining table

There are many stories around us, including stories in bed, stories in school, stories on the table ... but don't forget "stories on the table"!

"Have a meal! Delicious ... "After listening to grandma's crying, my two twin sisters and I came to the table" in three steps and two steps ". Wow! Assorted fried rice, chicken soup … all my favorite dishes!

I can't wait for my family to sit down, so I can't wait to pick up chopsticks, put one hand under the table, chat while eating, and spray rice all over the table ... My mother saw it and frowned: "Dangdang, it's impolite for you to eat like this, and it also affects all of us to eat ..." "But ... but I'm .. I'm hungry!" I said with grievance. "You should chew slowly." Mother laughed and said, "When the spoon and chopsticks touch the bowl, they must not make a sound!"! And your left hand must also hold the bowl! The World Expo is coming, and we want to be a' polite' little host! " I listened to my mother and did as she said. But when it's time for soup, my mouth is buzzing again. At this time, my father, who never spoke at dinner, said with a serious expression, "Dangdang, don't you know it's impolite to make a noise when drinking soup?" I know, but I can't! "I'll teach you a way. When drinking, use a spoon to lick it bit by bit, so there is definitely no sound! " Mom said with a smile. So, I did as she said, and sure enough, there was no sound when I drank! Finally, when I finished eating, I turned around and took the bowl, chopsticks and spoon to go. "Wait!" A voice stopped me. "You forgot to say ..." "Oh! I'm finished, everyone eat slowly! " "That's right!"

In this way, the story at the dinner table came to an end. Today, I can learn a lot about etiquette!

Composition "The Story on the Dining Table"

I'm used to wolfing down my meals. My mouth is like a funnel. I always waste something. When eating, leave the table if the food in the bowl is not clean.

Just the year before last, I spilled a little while eating, and my father often criticized me for it. No, I made this mistake again at this dining table.

I had just finished eating when my father called me again. "Son, how did you get the rice on the table again? Come on, eat your meal. " Dad is nagging again. Go back to the dining table to "clean up the battlefield" every time you finish eating.

I reluctantly said to my father, "Dad, why did you wake me up again?"

"You didn't eat the rice, rice bowl didn't shave. Obedient, come and eat. "

"This is just a few grains of rice. If it is wasted, it will be wasted. " "I don't care." What's the big deal? Why all the fuss? "

Dad said excitedly, "Have you forgotten the poem" Compassion for Farmers "? The farmer's uncle faces the loess and his back is facing the sky. Every grain is hard to come by. The poem also wrote, "There are no idle fields in the four seas, and farmers still starve to death! "Four seas have no leisure fields to write about the diligence and hard work of farmers. Aren't they so tired because we have food?

When my father finished, I saw the farmer's uncle working hard ... Thinking of this, I immediately scraped the rice in my rice bowl and picked it up to eat. Slowly, I gradually got rid of this bad habit.

Once, twice ... I gradually got rid of this bad habit.

Until one day, I went to my grandmother's house to play, and there was no rice left for dinner. My grandmother scratched her eyes and said, "Son, you finally got rid of this bad habit!" " "I bowed my head in embarrassment.

Yes, I got rid of this bad habit. I also know that we should cherish food and don't waste every bit of food.